Forget romance, give me the meat

Eric Neel loves spring training, but he's tired of odes to hope. Bring on the season, where the unknown exists to surprise us.

Updated: March 11, 2003, 12:42 PM ET
By Eric Neel | Page 2 columnist

I love spring. I love it for the simple fact that it's the beginning of the season, that it raises the curtain on 162 games worth of drama and doldrums, ebbs and flows. And I love it all the more this year, because when I told my editors I wanted to write a season-long, fan's notes column, they said, "Go for it."

But much as I love spring, I've got a confession to make: I don't trust it.

The same thing happens every year: A handful of blooming bulbs poke through the dirt, a bunch ...

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